Spankies and Pompoms - Part 4
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sunmontueRating: R13 (will be NC17)
Word count: ~1,000 words
Warnings: None.
Summary: AU Glee. To survive high school Kurt chose to become a Cheerio in a desperate need to fit in.
Author's note: This is a companion ficlet from Kurt's POV. Will be written in little installments.
THERMODYNAMICS CHAPTERS:
CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN
SPANKIES AND POMPOMS:
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
Author’s note: This fits between chapters 9 and 10 of “The Laws of Thermodynamics” although is set chronologically at the same time as chapter 10 of TLOT.
PART FOUR
His mind feels like it’s flying in a thousand different directions and he feels a bit hysterical, having all his cards out on the table. He feels like he needs to do something routine, either run through some drills, or help his dad take apart an engine. Just something he can do without having to think about it, because right now he can’t think about anything. He pulls to a stop outside his dad’s garage and heads inside, sitting on one of the wheelie-chairs and sliding up beside his dad.
“Hi. Can I help?”
“Hey. What are you doing here? Aren’t you meant to have tutoring right now?”
“Yes. But we decided that maybe tonight we should just… have a break. I think I aced my test.”
“That’s great! Tutoring really paying off huh?”
“Yeah. Yeah it is. Dave’s a good tutor.”
“Good. I’m glad it’s working out. He seems like a good kid. You want to go and put your coveralls on?”
“He’s gay. Dave I mean.”
His dad looks up, eyes shrewd and he ducks his head in embarrassment. His dad knows him better than anyone.
“He tell you that did he?”
“Well, not exactly. His best friend did, but then when I uh, talked to Dave about it, well, yeah, he said he’s not straight.”
“That going to be a problem for you?”
“No…” Not a problem at all, although paying attention to what he’s trying to teach me instead of him has always been a struggle. “You don’t seem surprised.”
“Nope.”
“Dad… did you know he was gay?”
“Hmm. Maybe. You remember our little talk we had a couple months back?”
He nods, unable to say anything because he still remembers how terrible he felt when his dad pointed out he had become what he most hated.
“Well, he told me then. Well, he actually just said something about not hating you because you were gay because that would be hypocritical, but that he had other reasons to not exactly get on with you.”
His dad hasn’t stopped working on the car, talking while his head is under the hood, words sounding loud and echo-y.
“I kind of went through a bad phase. Wanting to fit in.”
“Kurt, you’re never going to be the type of person to fit in. You’re an amazing and special kid. Young man,” he amends when Kurt pulls a face. “You’re never going to fade into the background, no matter what you do. You’re the cream, you will always rise to the top.”
“Yeah well, so does shit,” Kurt replies, feeling a little defensive, because it’s not his dad who has had to walk the halls of McKinley. His retort makes his dad laugh.
“Well, you get to choose. Do you want to be cream, or do you want to be shit?” He smiles slightly and lets out a sigh, his dad has always had a way with words, of getting through to him. “So how did you find out about David?”
“I… well. I did something I probably shouldn’t have,” his dad’s head snaps up again and he waves a hand. “Nothing too bad, I mean, we’re still talking and friendly and stuff.”
“What did you do Kurt?”
“I kissed him. I didn’t think about it, I just…”
“Oh. Uh…” his dad looks uncomfortable, wiping his nose and leaving a streak of grease behind and he takes pity on him, waving it away. He doesn’t need to discuss sex with his dad. Not ever again. He briefly outlines his afternoon and his dad listens intently.
“So, you two… together now?”
“No. Although…”
“You like him.”
“I – yeah. He’s… pretty nice.”
His dad huffs under his breath and shakes his head before sticking it back under the hood.
“If he becomes your boyfriend you let me know okay? I’m sure there’s some sort of rules I’m meant to follow or something.”
“Dad, I don’t even know if he likes me.”
He realizes the truth in his words the second they leave his lips and he hadn’t considered it before. Dave might be gay, might be friendly with him, but he hasn’t made any sign or overture that he can construe as liking. He’s pretty sure being allowed to call him Dave doesn’t suddenly mean they’re dating or something equally stupid. He starts feeling a little down and the urge to go home and gorge himself on junk is there, but he ignores it.
“I’m sure you guys will figure it out. Just don’t build things up in your head, it’s your own worst enemy. Don’t know what he’s thinking, ask him. Don’t try and guess.”
“And do you practice what you preach with Carol?”
“Of course. I’m a lucky man. She’s an upfront woman who isn’t afraid to tell me what she thinks or wants.”
“Ew, too much information!”
“I didn’t mean that! Just… ask him to stay for dinner on Friday after your tutoring session and see what he says. Yeah he might say no, but he might say yes as well.”
“That’s what scares me.”
“Gotta start sometime buddy. You’re eighteen.”
He pulls a face, not sure how to take that exactly. It’s not like he hasn’t wanted to date before, but it’s not like gay guys are plentiful.
“Thanks dad. I’ll let you know how I go.”
“Hmm. Okay. You do that.”
He goes back to his car and pulls his phone from his pocket. He has Dave’s phone number of course and he cradles his phone between his hands, staring at Dave’s contact details. He kind of wants to ask him on a date, but he’s never asked anyone on a date before, and he wants to make it clear that it is meant to be a date, and not just a couple of friends having dinner. Maybe they should go out? Fuck, he has no idea. No idea how out Dave is exactly, and he guesses he does really need to talk to him like his dad suggested. He’ll start tomorrow.
CHAPTER ELEVEN - Thermodynamics
